Robb A. Kopp Poet Senryu

My Momma

Soft and tender voice
you protected me from harm
spoiled me rotten


hands soft as cotton
You weren’t father’s first choice
you won him with charm

Soft and tender voice
raised us on the farm
spoiled me rotten


Francine Roberts' contest: "Senryu for Mom"

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Gwendolen Song May 1, 2011 at 5:39 AM Robb- If you are blessed to have your mother still u should let her read this kind account of herself. I think senryu's are tricky to write...u made it look easy. gwendolen

Andrea Dietrich April 28, 2011 at 11:13 PM I almost want to see "spoiled me rotten" as the title. I think that would be cool to have a mom that spoiled me rotten. Lucky guy, you. Were you an only child??

Jack Horne April 27, 2011 at 2:29 PM Lovely memories of your childhood and mother

Jimmy Anderson April 27, 2011 at 9:34 AM Very nice and caring Senryu...good luck in the contest...Jimmy

Poet Destroyer A April 27, 2011 at 9:26 AM Lovely Rob, good luck in the contest... p.d.